The first motorcycle I bought, was when I was 19, and I still lived at home with my parents. They were very against it, and since I was under their roof, it was a tough sell.
However, I did what any rational person would do and I gave them a powerpoint presentation on the benefits of me owning a motorcycle. I compared gas mileage to my vehicle, how my girlfriend at the time (who they were quite fond of) would approve, and my final reason, was for the rocking chair stories.
When I look at life, or decisions to be made, I have a few criteria. Is it feasible, realistic, affordable and logical are usually the criteria everyone thinks of.
However there is one criteria that is often overlooked….
The fun it will bring you.
The hours of enjoyment.
The memories to be made.
We spend so much time thinking about what makes the most sense and not taking risks, that we sometimes for get to live. The concept of “rocking chair stories” is when I am sitting on my porch at 80 years old, all the grand kids gathered ’round, does grandpa tell a story about how at 19 he had 1000 dollars saved in the bank?
Or does grandpa speak of the motorcycle he bought, the hours he spent tinkering on it, the freedom of a windy road and being gone with the wind.
As long as you’re not living beyond your means, it seems like a no-brainer to me.
And ill never forget the look on their faces, when that sweet 2003 Buell Blast blessed our garage. #powerpointsforthewin
Bottom Line Up Front: When you make decisions, and look back at your life, make sure you lived it.
-Lil Kevy out